Chad, This One's For You!
This past Sunday, I was sitting in the kitchen, Googling my granddaughter's symptoms. She had terribly dry, split, scabbed up, and swollen lips, a rash on her face, as well as her arms. I said outloud, what I thought my diagnosis was, while my son and his friend Chad were cooking their dinner. Chad, started laughing and said "You can't be a Dr. Google and expect to be right. You need to go to a doctor." He, and my husband agreed with one another, as they laughed at me. Refusing to be mocked, I was pretty sure she had hand, foot, and mouth. She had terrible raw blisters on her lips, they were sore and swollen, she had a rash on her face and arms, and had a fever. Of course, I could have been wrong, but I wanted to have an idea.
Yesterday afternoon, I spent five hours in our local ER with my granddaughter. I wanted to know for sure if it was in fact hand, foot and mouth.
Sitting in the waiting area, before being admitted to the back to see a doctor, is an interesting place to be. Due to the high volume of flu in our area, the ER was very full. The conversations were too.
While waiting to be seen by a doctor, we overheard a woman sitting in a wheelchair, speak of her journey to the hospital. Actually, anyone within fifty feet heard, she was very loud. As I listened, I couldn't help but laugh. She was a nutter! I don't mean that in an unkind way, I am just stating the obvious, and from one nutter to another, I am allowed to call her that.
This lady, called an ambulance to pick her up because she wanted a cortisone shot. When they arrived, she asked them to stop by Walmart so she could fill her prescription. She was very indignant, when they apparently refused. Upon arrival at the hospital, they wheeled her into triage with the rest of us. She was not pleased. She thought she should be rushed through because she came by ambulance. The young paramedic tried to explain to her that she was not an emergency, so she would have to wait along with everyone else. As she sat there, she questioned everybody like they were in prison. She looked at someone and asked "So, what are you in for?" I immediately began to howl as she canvassed the entire triage area. When she came to us, I said jokingly, "I'm the angel of death." Her eyes bugged out and she said in a low voice "Who are you taking?" Oh my, I thought, now I've done it. I told her I couldn't divulge that information, so she looked around the room and proceded to point out people she thought were past their expiration date.
Thankfully, my granddaughter's name was called, saving us from further inquiry.
We were escorted to a little room with a shampoo sink attatched to the wall. Recognizing this from my salon, my granddaughter asked why a shampoo sink would be in an emergency room. I too, wondered, but I surmised it was to shampoo someone's hair that had suffered a scalp injury, before getting stitches. It sounded like a plausible answer to me. My granddaughter seemed satisfied, so I was happy I didn't need to think anymore. I was tired of waiting.
We didn't need to wait very long. In walked a doctor I had seen many times during my many heart episodes. He was my favourite doctor. He gave me a big hug and asked how I had been. He then examined my granddaughter and confirmed what I had already suspected
Thank you very much Chad for laughing at me! I was right afterall. My granddaughter did in fact have hand, foot and mouth, but you, my dear young man, may have a deplorable case of foot in mouth!
Time and rest is all she needs to heal the awful blisters on her mouth and hands.
The hospital has always lead me to all sorts of experiences. Yesterday, I was frustrated and tired from the long wait, amused by another patient, was reunited with an old friend, and received help for my granddaughter. It was definitely a productive evening.
My granddaughter's swollen, blistered lips.
Yesterday afternoon, I spent five hours in our local ER with my granddaughter. I wanted to know for sure if it was in fact hand, foot and mouth.
Sitting in the waiting area, before being admitted to the back to see a doctor, is an interesting place to be. Due to the high volume of flu in our area, the ER was very full. The conversations were too.
While waiting to be seen by a doctor, we overheard a woman sitting in a wheelchair, speak of her journey to the hospital. Actually, anyone within fifty feet heard, she was very loud. As I listened, I couldn't help but laugh. She was a nutter! I don't mean that in an unkind way, I am just stating the obvious, and from one nutter to another, I am allowed to call her that.
This lady, called an ambulance to pick her up because she wanted a cortisone shot. When they arrived, she asked them to stop by Walmart so she could fill her prescription. She was very indignant, when they apparently refused. Upon arrival at the hospital, they wheeled her into triage with the rest of us. She was not pleased. She thought she should be rushed through because she came by ambulance. The young paramedic tried to explain to her that she was not an emergency, so she would have to wait along with everyone else. As she sat there, she questioned everybody like they were in prison. She looked at someone and asked "So, what are you in for?" I immediately began to howl as she canvassed the entire triage area. When she came to us, I said jokingly, "I'm the angel of death." Her eyes bugged out and she said in a low voice "Who are you taking?" Oh my, I thought, now I've done it. I told her I couldn't divulge that information, so she looked around the room and proceded to point out people she thought were past their expiration date.
Thankfully, my granddaughter's name was called, saving us from further inquiry.
We were escorted to a little room with a shampoo sink attatched to the wall. Recognizing this from my salon, my granddaughter asked why a shampoo sink would be in an emergency room. I too, wondered, but I surmised it was to shampoo someone's hair that had suffered a scalp injury, before getting stitches. It sounded like a plausible answer to me. My granddaughter seemed satisfied, so I was happy I didn't need to think anymore. I was tired of waiting.
We didn't need to wait very long. In walked a doctor I had seen many times during my many heart episodes. He was my favourite doctor. He gave me a big hug and asked how I had been. He then examined my granddaughter and confirmed what I had already suspected
Thank you very much Chad for laughing at me! I was right afterall. My granddaughter did in fact have hand, foot and mouth, but you, my dear young man, may have a deplorable case of foot in mouth!
Time and rest is all she needs to heal the awful blisters on her mouth and hands.
The hospital has always lead me to all sorts of experiences. Yesterday, I was frustrated and tired from the long wait, amused by another patient, was reunited with an old friend, and received help for my granddaughter. It was definitely a productive evening.
My granddaughter's swollen, blistered lips.
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